gAre you coming here again?h
g... I donft know. If Hourai is not here,
there is no use coming back...h
Rokuta didnft know what to answer upon hearing
gIf I go to cities, the adults would wait for us and do mean things to
g... You are right.h
And those mean things are not all done against the youma. The boyfs legs,
extended from his ragged hem, bore a couple of spear-wounded scars.
gDo you want to live in a city?h
The boy turned back.
g... With the big one?h
gWell. Maybe not with him...h
gThen no, thanks...h
gHowever, should you change your mind and would like to live in a city
away from the big one, come to Kankyuu.h
Kankyuu, the boy repeated to himself.
gVisit me! -- But you donft have a name, do you.h
gHey, name yourself one.h
gI donft know.h
gThen, maybe Ifll give you one.h
The boyfs face lit up upon hearing Rokutafs words.
Rokuta sank deep into thoughts, which is a rare sight. Cocking his head
several times, he finally hit his hand, and wrote on the sand.
-- Kouya (Xé).
gHow about Kouya?h
gWhat does it mean?h
gIn the middle of the night.h
The boy accepted immediately.
Kouya, the boy repeated to himself time and again.
They most probably would never meet again, Rokuta thought as he waved
goodbye to the leaving Kouya.
gKouya, if you have troubles, come to Kankyuu! I work at Genei
Palace. Say eRokutaf and they will know.h
Okay, Rokuta nodded from far away as he rode on the youma.
gPlease do come! Kouya!h
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